An iora 'gets away'

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Sometimes it's easy to spot a nest, yet not so easy to track the bird's progress if it's way up high and foliage grows dense easily, and such is the case with this Common Iora.  

For a few days it was easily visible but a week later, it was conveniently hidden away by leaves that grew and seem to glue together providing a perfect curtain for the nest.  On the brighter side, it's a blessing because ioras are a favourite of poachers because of their melodic calls.

When irrationality rules

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When our hope was high once again for you, and for us to continue to extend that affinity we seem to have built, looking at how fearless you have grown in our presence, someone abruptly put an end to that, by denying you that nest location.  

And this was the last I saw of you, in a house almost done.  Unfortunately that incomprehensible hostility ended in your home being plugged.

It was my privilege when you did not flee even as you noted my proximity.

When knowing is enough

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Happy to let be.

A walk in the park.  A flight in the foliage.

When I'm happy to simply let it be, when I'm happy even as I do not know.

A well worth 'loss'

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A snug cocoon, so close yet so far.  Times when I'm glad you're safe from reach, not from prying eyes but that does not matter, you're tucked away way out there.  Your gain, our loss.

We lost an avian experience but that's of secondary concern.  You did offer us a teaser after all.  We have imagination.

The woodpecker move

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How I learn from you, sometimes there is no way but up.

Poking into and over every dimple, every split, every gash in  a tree, you work your way up, then you leave and start all over again on the next branch or tree, and go on, never looking downward.

In the dry or in the wet you continue to cling on, the only way is up or across.  

And that is why I will continue to birdwatch.